Into the nose of the storm

I went inside this place once. A man (whom I now believe was Robert Bruno himself) was sitting in the shade eating a sandwich. He invited us in to look around.

The part of the house on the right of the image hangs above the rim of a small canyon, with a lake below. We were there before glass had been installed, so the room was filled with updrafts off the water below and it felt like we were flying.

It was the first time I understood the place.

Robert Bruno Steel House
Ransom Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.23.2017

And, no, I did not have a conversation with the man. This was a couple of decades ago, before I’d become un-shy. It is a significant missed opportunity.